Nora rose before the sun, hurrying to get dressed after throwing open her windows to let the cool air in. She’d chosen a corset made of brown leather, its interior lined with fur to bind her bosoms into a loose cotton blouse whose sleeves belled out and fell past her fingers. She wore her cloak like always, and her dress pleated and furled down to the floor, the train and extra material falling about her bare feet. Her eyes darted to the harbor, noticing no new ships sitting at the moors. Her heart sank only slightly as she ran a bone-toothed comb through her hair.
“Nothing to be done about it, Nora...Get your brave face on. You’ve got some heavy information to deliver.”
She hurried out, snatching the crumpled papers that had been given to her last night before shutting her study room door. She walked down the stairs, trying to hide the subtle fog that rolled around her feet touchi